(up-tempo drum music)
(whooshing sounding)
(tense music)
(eerie dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
(tense violin music)
- [Cram] Being the
neighborhood dope man was
the answer I needed
for a better life.
I guess you can say that.
It happened that day.
I was at the wrong
place at the wrong time.
[Actor 1] I heard
they call you Big Dog?
- Yeah. What's it to you?
- What's it to me?
(wind whistling)
(g*nsh*t cracks)
Oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh,
This is what I'm living for
Money, hustle hard n*gga get
out here and get you some,
Money, better go and get it
Ain't nobody go give you none
Money, make a hater hate ya
And they don't even know ya
Money, make a
b*tch you just met
Get down on her
knees and blow ya
We riding windows tinted,
man to keep the haters out
When it's appropriate, we
still pull them Gators out
Yellow grill, get a real
job, no I never will
Blood stream cloudy, n*gga.
I be burnin' so much k*ll
I can't stop hustlin' til my
bank account say multi mill
Family's first,
f*ck these n*gg*s out
here gone get you k*lled
I come from Memphis, Ten
Born and raised
in Morris Mound
Always been that n*gga,
check my background
Thuggin' hard, living large,
This is what I'm made for
Do it big every time, give
them what they came for
(dishes clanging)
- Cram. Get up.
You can't be late for work.
You know your boss gone
gone cuss your a*s out.
He already praying
to fire yo a*s!
- [Cram] f*ck you Tonya man.
- Can't afford
that Cram, get up.
Wanna take all day.
(water running)
(dishes clatter)
- Get up.
(Cram sighing)
Sick of this sh*t.
Clean up every day.
- m*therf*cker missing
tea, f*ck your regular job.
I'm gonna be the biggest
rapper in this sh*t.
- And you don't wanna
go to work. Stupid.
- I look tight.
You ain't gotta worry
about this sh*t no more.
Once this rap sh*t take off,
I ain't gonna be broke no more.
- Mm-hmm. That's
what your mouth say.
- Alright babe, I got you
- Look babe, I believe in you,
but we can't keep
living like this.
I'm tired of you hustling
in these streets.
With your nickel
and dime hustle.
Then, you spend all your
damn money on studio time.
When the last time
you took me out?
- I don't know, Tonya. Damn
baby I'm working to hustle.
- Hmm, exactly.
- Hey look, I got enough
m*therf*ckers doubtin' me.
I don't wanna hear that
negative a*s sh*t
from you right now.
- Your mouth say it's coming.
I just hope it's not too late.
- The f*ck that
supposed to mean?
- Figure it out.
- Yeah alright.
- Bye. Have a good day at work.
Tell Mr. Terry I said hey.
- [Cram] f*ck Mr. Terry man.
- Stupid a*s.
I was born down here,
I was raised down here,
I'ma stay down here,
Yeah, what it do?
- [Person On Phone]
Hey what's up Cram,
(person on phone mumbling)
- alright meet me at the spot.
Man don't be bullshitting.
Make sure you got my
m*therf*cking money, bro.
- [Person On Phone] Don't
worry man, I got the money.
- Say no more.
I get dirt down here,
sometimes it hurts down here
I been cursed down here,
this where I've shed my tears
I was born in the hood,
raised in the woods.
Too zappy, everything I
do evil and good got good,
(Cram talking to person)
- What you got bro?
- It's alright here.
- [Cram] He scared of me homie
(person happily mumbling)
Clap yo a*s let me see
shake that a*s, what
- We gotta ask who did this
- [Actor 2] Let me holla
at you for a second
- Aye where you think you going?
- Man I gotta hit. I just
need about an hour bro.
- Hey bro check this out.
No money, no studio time.
Who'd you think I'm in
this business to lose?
You got me f*cked up bruh.
- Man whatever n*gga.
One day I'ma come
back, buy this b*tch.
Until that n*gga I'ma
holla at you then n*gga.
- Hey Mr. Terry, anything
you want me to do
while we ain't
got sh*t going on?
All that sh*t in there to do
man. Go organize some tires.
Get the room. Sweep the floor.
sh*t dust some batteries
off or something.
- Dust the batteries man?
- [Tonya] What's up baby, what
time you coming home tonight?
- Probably late.
I gotta make some bread
so I can go to the studio.
- [Tonya] How late so I know
not to wait up on your a*s?
- Late Tonya, damn.
I gotta go. Mr. Terry
looking at me crazy as hell.
Got his arms folded and sh*t.
- [Tonya] Okay.
- This n*gga look madder
then a m*therf*cker.
- Damn man.
- [Mr. Terry] So
here this n*gga come.
2 hours late.
(keys jingling)
(wind blowing)
[Mr. Terry] Cram you
2 two hours late man.
I told you if you was late again
I was gone fire your
m*therf*cking a*s.
- Now Mr. Terry
- Man I don't wanna hear sh*t.
I got a business to run bro.
When I gave you a
job so you can earn
an honest living.
- I don't wanna hear
that sh*t right now man.
- Excuse me.
- Them streets gone
get you k*lled Cram.
- I don't wanna hear that sh*t.
Let me take it before I
ain't got a customer here.
- Can I get some help please?
- How may I help you?
It's my tire, it's acting weird.
Can you check it out for me?
(Cram mumbling)
- Your tires good baby.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Seemed like it was taxing me.
- How bout' you take my number
just in case something
else happen to your tire.
Or maybe I can take
you out sometime.
- Thanks. I'm covered, but
I don't f*ck with the help.
I just help (indistinct)
- Damn dog, she just
dissed your a*s dog.
- Its alright b*tch,
you gone wanna get
f*cked by the Big Dog.
Soon as I come up.
Garbage head hoe.
- Man you better stop f*cking
with these hoes up her man.
Tonya gone kick your a*s bro.
- I'ma kick both y'all asses
if y'all don't get back to work.
God damn! Use that broom n*gga.
(broom scratches floor)
You know what?
(Mr. Terry mumbling)
- Hey boys!
- Hey Ms. Pretty
- What's up? How you doing.
- Baby? What you doing here?
I know you supposed
to be at work.
- Yeah.
But I had to come and see my man
on my lunch break and
see how you doing.
- Ooh, I'm good now you
know. God damn! Ohh.
- Well. I guess I'll see you
a little later on, right?
- You sure will.
- Alright.
I can't wait til I
get off. God damn boy.
- You know damn well you
can't do nothing with that.
- Bullshit. Boy last
time I was with her boy,
she sucked the
covers up in her a*s.
I'ma go and get it, 'til
the m*therf*cker death of me
Cash to the to the ceiling,
Run it up like
it's supposed to be
b*tch I ain't gotta
m*therf*cking thang
- [Cram] Damn, I
need this money.
Where the f*ck
your folks at bruh?
- They supposed to be here.
- Don't you want some more?
- Yeah! Please.
- Go get your folks. Man f*ck
all that I need my money.
Go get your folks man.
f*ck that sh*t I'ma
go to the alley man.
- Who the f*ck over here?
That's why that b*tch wanna act,
see what time I'm
coming to the house.
- Okay, cause' these
n*gg*s be lying.
- Okay!
- I want me a boss
n*gga. You hear me?
- Girl, I sure got me a boss.
You need to get you one.
- I'm sure looking for him.
Bend it over, dance floor
krump, everybody kinda tipsy
Sipping, sipping Grey
Goose, Piranha, and Remy
Me I'm on the ground,
I'm looking for something
(dogs barking)
- I know this b*tch
ain't got no n*gga
in my m*therf*cking house man.
- Is that right?
- It's that...
- Right!
- Hey what the f*ck
going on in here?
- What the f*ck is you doing?
And what you doing
here so early?
- f*ck why I'm here early.
I thought you had a n*gga
in my m*therf*cking house.
- A n*gga.
- Babe, this my friend Stacey.
Stacey, this my
boss a*s n*gga Cram.
- Nice to meet you.
- I thought you was
coming home late!
- Nice to meet you too.
- So I invited my girl over to
have a little wine and talk.
That's all.
- Yeah.
- Your face looks
familiar. Do I know you?
- Nah.
You don't know me but I'm
about to jump in the shower.
I had a long day.
- I'ma be in there in a minute
when Stacey leave, I gotcha.
- Nice to meet you Cram.
- Yeah, nice to meet you too.
- Tanya, you didn't tell
me your man was so fine.
- The f*ck b*tch, alright.
- Girl! You know I just
like messing with you.
- Mhm okay whatever.
It look like our girl
time gotta end boo.
I gotta go take care of my man!
- So b*tch you kicking me out?
- If you put it like that, yes!
Get your a*s out. I'll call you.
- You is a trip.
Alright, I'll let you
take care of your man.
- Yeah. See you later boo.
- alright hunny bunny.
- Bye.
Cram! Here I come baby.
(engine revving)
- Cram. n*gga don't act like
you don't know who this is.
n*gga what's up?
- n*gga don't pull up on me
like that. You almost got shot.
What the f*ck you
doing over here?
- n*gga come holla at
me. n*gga I don't bite.
- About what.
- Business n*gga. Come
by, let me get in the car.
- Man what the f*ck you wanna
talk to me about for? n*gga.
- We good around here n*gga.
This Chase side of the town.
- n*gga what you want? Me?
- I know and you know
you need the money.
- n*gga you ain't
come out here for
me to cut your grass and sh*t.
What the f*ck you on? n*gga?
- Hell no n*gga. Get that
m*therf*cker a real deal.
I need you to,
take out this n*gga that
used to work for me.
I need you to k*ll this n*gga.
I heard through my girl,
this n*gga talking about
starting his own
business with my product.
Yeah getting drunk and sh*t.
Talking about he gonna
come up after Jay.
n*gga got me f*cked up!
- Damn Jay that's f*cked up.
But you know I ain't into
that life no more man.
I'm just trying to keep my
m*therf*cking career going man.
Make some legit
money, you feel me?
- Yeah I feel you but,
don't you want some money
in your pockets n*gga?
Huh? Yeah. Check me out.
You and that nickel and dime
sh*t that you're doing out here
is not going help your career.
You want some real
money in your pockets.
So you need to do
something for me n*gga.
And that lame a*s
job that you working,
it definitely ain't gonna help.
- Man look you don't
know sh*t about me n*gga.
I work my job, I hustle.
n*gga I f*ck my b*tch.
n*gga I go to the studio and
do what I'm doing, n*gga.
- Yeah I know the streets talk
and the streets said you
just a broke a*s rap artist.
Heard you can't even
pay for studio time.
- Man I don't wanna hear
this sit bro. I'm out bro.
- alright, look bro.
Look, look, look
before you leave
look for real on some real sh*t.
Let me put 10,000
in your pocket.
- You got 5 seconds bro.
(car revving)
(door slams)
- You do the hit and you get
your money n*gga. That simple.
That quick. You
know how I operate.
I can't stand a
deceitful a*s n*gga.
I need that n*gga gone asap.
- I ain't with that
sh*t no more bro.
- alright my guy. I
respect your decision.
You got my number.
- Yeah.
When you wanna make
some real money call me.
- Yeah I won't.
(knocking on door)
- What's this?
- I asked y'all a*s
time and time again.
Pay your damn rent on time!
- You finna put us out? Damn.
- Eviction of past due.
Hmm.
- Damn Tonya,
why the f*ck you looking at
me like you pissed off for?
- I am pissed the f*ck
off. Get this sh*t.
- What the f*ck is this?
- An eviction notice, fool!
- I thought we paid
the rent this month.
- You thought we paid
the rent? Did you forget?
I had to borrow
money from my mama,
last month for your
half of the bills.
- I...
- Which was actually
a month behind.
- I can fix this sh*t.
- You can't fix sh*t. I'm
tired of hearing. I can fix it.
I can fix it. You sound like
a broke a*s record player.
I'm tired of hearing it.
- What the f*ck that
supposed to mean though?
- Look, if we get put out,
this relationship is over.
- The f*ck you mean
over? So hold on hold it.
Cause a n*gga having
a hard time right now.
You just wanna bounce?
- Yea.
- Look Tonya just,
just work with me.
I'm I, promise you.
I'ma sell more dope.
I'ma do whatever
the f*ck I gotta do.
We not getting put out!
Man we straight. I got this
sh*t. We straight, I got it.
- The f*ck.
- Tonya, Tonya.
- Dang
(loudly sits down)
Jay.
Hey this Cram. We
in fool. alright.
- Damn, what the f*ck we go do?
- f*ck oh man.
I know the b*tch is official,
but onto the streets
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
b*tch came for me
I know the b*tch's are
flukes and into the streets
Yo, I met her one
day I was mobbing
- sh*t, okay. Send that sh*t.
I know your big a*s
is so comfortable.
I gotta go get me a Jay.
- Hello?
- Kayla, what's up baby?
What's up sweet thang?
- What's going down babe?
- sh*t, you know when
big daddy hit you up
he need you to do
a little favor.
- Anything.
- For sure. So look,
this little Tony n*gga.
I need you to set
him up for that.
My n*gga Cram go come through
and handle that business.
- Okay look this is the plan.
Take the n*gga to the room.
Put on some of that
sexy a*s lingerie sh*t.
You know, you know,
make that n*gga think he
go get him some p*ssy.
You go in the bathroom right,
my n*gga Cram go come
out and take care it.
You get the dope,
and bring it to me.
- Say less baby,
I just hope your n*gga
Cram know what to do.
- Don't worry about that
baby. You just do your part.
My n*gga the best at what he do.
You just make sure you
do what I tell you to do.
And you know big daddy gonna
take care of you and me
- alright then big daddy.
- Say less. Hit me up as
soon as you get the dope.
Alright. This n*gga X'd out.
(soft laughter)
I know she belong
to the streets
I know the b*tch is a fluke,
she belong to the streets
But faking but
b*tch came for me
I know that b*tch is a freak
she belongs to the streets
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that b*tch is a fluke
she belongs to the streets
But faking but
b*tch came for me
- Hey baby, what's up baby?
- What's going on boo?
- Damn you look good. Let
me see that p*ssy baby.
- Calm down thirsty a*s n*gga.
- Look, this party's starting.
Look at the money baby.
- I see it.
- Well, I like what you did
what yourself. You so fine.
- Thank you.
Come on n*gga lay down.
- Let me put
everything down baby.
Mhm-mh-mh.
- n*gga calm your
thirsty a*s down.
- Man why you playing around?
Man gimme some of
that p*ssy girl.
What's wrong with you?
Mhm-mh-mh.
Damn you fine baby.
- Where your rubbers?
- I ain't got no condoms girl.
- The f*ck you mean you
ain't got none. n*gga.
- Where you going? Awe
man, what's up with that?
- This why I don't be
f*ck with your a*s.
- Damn bro. Where you
going with your fine a*s?
b*tch you better
give me some p*ssy.
Man god dog, I was finna
tear that a*s up girl, man.
- Open your eyes n*gga.
n*gga be still. Be still.
- What's up bro?
- This your worst
m*therf*cking nightmare.
- Man, what's up man?
- n*gga you been
stealing from Jay?
Now you gotta suffer
the consequences.
- No man no. No he
got me mixed up man.
Me and Jay we go way back man.
I been hustling made all
kinds of money for that man.
sh*t man. Don't k*ll me man.
Let me live. Take the
money right there.
I got kids man.
Don't k*ll me man.
- n*gga you ain't give
a f*ck about your kids
you lying up with a hoe.
- Man f*ck you man.
- Shut the f*ck up.
- f*ck Jay too m*therf*cker.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- Taking all this sh*t.
- Oh my god. What the f*ck!
I'ma tell Jay.
This n*gga just really
stole his drugs like that.
Oh my god. Jay gone k*ll me.
What the f*ck! What the f*ck!
Oh he gone f*cking k*ll me.
This n*gga laid up here dead.
(heels clicking)
Hoe. I know she
belongs to the streets
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking but
b*tch came for me
I know that b*tch is a freak
she belongs to the streets
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
b*tch came for me
I know the b*tch's are freaks
she belongs to the streets
I know that she
belongs to the streets
I know the b*tch's are freaks
she belongs to the streets
But faking, but
b*tch came for me
- Awe sh*t. That n*gga Cram.
What's up. Cram.
- [Cram] Aye what it do n*gga.
- What's up with it?
- [Cram] Aye it's done bro.
- sh*t. My guy. Aye your
package in the mailbox.
Nice doing business
with you my boy.
- [Cram] alright bro.
- I knew that n*gga
was gone come through.
(g*n clicks)
I know plenty n*gg*s
had to use Prada hoe
You driving one game on
me like you not a hoe
The truth be told your first
day, you getting f*cked hoe
And I ain't tryna down
you b*tch, but you nothing
But you nothing
- Cram. Got damn n*gga you
gone day dream on my clock?
- Nah man just thinking. I
got a lotta sh*t on my mind.
- Thinking? n*gga I
don't pay you to think.
I pay you to work.
- [Cram] Man f*ck that I ain't
dealing with this sh*t today.
- God damn. God damn. Y'all
not working m*therf*cker.
- You know you go get fired
for talking to Mr.
Terry like that.
- Aye man f*ck Mr. Terry
and this tired a*s job.
- f*ck Mr. Terry?
- Nah you must've came up on
some money or something cause
if you then forgot,
n*gga you broke.
- I ain't came up on no money.
I'm just tired of the
same sh*t day after day.
- I hear you, I hear you.
- Aye tell Mr. Terry
I'm finna bounce man.
- n*gga you bold, but
alright I got you.
(loud instrumental music)
- [Cram] Aye what's up Swift.
- Aye man didn't I tell
your m*therf*cking a*s
don't be coming to my studio
if you ain't got my
m*therf*cking money.
- Damn bro, you
gone give me time
to bless you this
cash? n*gga damn.
- Awe, okay, okay. I see
that's what I'm talking about.
- Yeah I just paid your a*s
n*gga. Come on and record me.
- [Swift] sh*t lets do it then.
Dopeman b*tch. What the
f*ck did you thought
I f*cked your
b*tch with no sweet
Then told that hoe to lost
- I f*ck with that.
- Cram makes a lot of f*cking,
I'ma see bout my damn self.
Speaking of that m*therf*cker,
I'm finna call his
a*s real quick.
See this n*gga.
- [Cram] What, what, what, what?
- What's up man, when your
a*s coming back to work?
You know Mr. Terry talking
about firing your a*s bro.
If you ain't dead,
or about to die,
or in the f*cking hospital,
he gone fire your a*s.
- [Cram] Right Mr.
Terry can kiss my a*s.
Don't need that minimum wage
a*s job. b*tch I'm straight.
- alright G, if you say so.
Damn, alright Mr.
Terry I'm coming.
Damn. alright G, let
me get back to work,
bro I'ma holla at you.
- [Cram] You can
have that sh*t G.
- alright G.
Gotta do all this f*cking
work by my damn self, sh*t.
- Tonya I got a
surprise for you.
- The only surprise you can
do is pay the f*cking rent.
- Shut your smart
a*s mouth up girl.
- Oh what's this?
- Oh you smart.
- Damn!
- Pay the rent, pay the rent.
- Look. Take this and pay the
rent for the rest of the year.
- Oh-wee. You know I like
when you in boss mode baby.
- Yeah that's what I do.
And I got you some
more gifts right here.
- Oh. Come on babe. About
to take care of you.
- Yeah.
- Come on bring your a*s.
Gonna give you some of
this good p*ssy. You ready?
- Come on with it.
- All them m*therf*cking
gifts you just got me.
- You know I gotta
take care of you baby.
- Always do.
- Come on sugar, come on.
(soft music playing)
- f*ck.
Whats crazy is, you thought
you was a step ahead of me
But this aint even too small
for you to play around in
You tryna creep without
me finding out about it
But I know everybody
Move just like you move,
do the sh*t that you do
Loving you, pull
a you on you, yeah
But I ain't even gone
trip, not even a little bit
I'm about to do what I do and
run it back, come talk to me
I can get all my you
sh*t. I can get all my
I can get all my. I can get
all my. I can do what you did.
I can put you in my shoes.
I could've did you dirty.
I could've dropped the 38
on you, and swerve it yeah.
I can get all my own sh*t
- Damn!
Why in the f*ck
haven't I heard from
this Candy b*tch about my dope?
f*ck. Let me call
f*cking Keisha.
Bet she can tell me something.
She can tell me
f*cking something.
Cause this b*tch know I
don't f*cking play no games.
(dial tone)
- [Keisha] Hello, what's up Jay
baby? What can I do for you?
- Keisha. What's up baby?
Have you seen this Candy
b*tch around anywhere?
- Nah, I ain't
seen her no where.
- Look, I need you
to do me a favor.
I need you to find
any information
on this b*tch whereabouts,
- [Jay] and location and
get back with me ASAP.
Can you handle that?
- Yeah I can do that for you.
- You can't let her know that
it's me knowing. alright?
- Alright. I got you.
- You know daddy
take care of you.
- [Keisha] alright.
- Yeah.
b*tch know she can't get away
from Jay. My f*cking city man.
Hey let's go.
- Hello Jay.
I don't know where this b*tch at
but I did find out her
best friend name Alicia.
She be over there at
that landing spot.
Heard she had a black car.
- Black car, Alicia?
sh*t, say no more. That's all
the information that I need.
You know how I love you baby?
I'll send you something.
- [Keisha] alright,
love you too I got you.
- alright. Hey lets roll.
When I walk up out the
house I get that Draco
If I'm mobbing in my
car, I talk to Draco
b*tch you flying at the
mouth. Go see this Draco
I said this Draco
- Black car. Black car. Bingo.
- Aye Jay. Jay, Jay-Jay. You
got something I can hold man?
- The f*ck wrong with
you? You seen Alicia?
- No.
- Get the f*ck outta here then.
- Jay, I just want
something to hold bro.
- Don't you ever in your
f*cking life touch me again.
You bugged? Do you hear me?
Get your a*s outta here
and get that sh*t off
your lip or something.
- Jay bro I just want
something to hold.
Bro you got something?
- I swear to god TJ you know
what type of cat I am. Right?
- alright, alright.
- You know that right?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Alright then look take this,
take this and get the f*ck
up outta here alright.
And if I get to hear you
f*cking around I'ma blow
your f*cking brains out TJ.
Black car.
(keys jingle)
- Who the f*ck are you, and
why the f*ck are you in my car?
- Where the f*ck is Candy?
- I don't know no f*cking
Candy. Who the f*ck are you?
- I ask the questions, not you.
Now where the f*ck is Candy?
- I don't know no f*cking
Candy. Get your a*s out my car.
- b*tch you better tell me
an address or something.
Now where the f*ck is Candy?
- I don't know no Candy.
- I swear to god
this sh*t is serious.
- I'll stick it right
to your f*cking head,
full of b*ll*ts if
you don't tell me
where the f*ck
Candy is, right now.
- Please don't sh**t me.
I don't know no Candy.
- You know Candy. You
gone have to tell me.
I'ma get the address.
You think I playing?
You f*cking think
I'm playing? Huh!
Tell me where Candy is now!
- Why you didn't ask one of
Candy's tricks or something?
I'm not her f*cking keeper.
I don't know where
the f*ck Candy is.
- Tell Candy that I'm looking
for her and I want my sh*t!
Or next time you think
you gone lie to Jay.
You'll be taking a f*cking
b*llet for your friend.
- Okay n*gga damn. Ain't
nobody lying to you.
Get your a*s out my car!
- Stupid b*tch.
(scary music)
- Candy better answer
this m*therf*cking phone.
b*tch f*ck that code!
Jay is looking for your a*s he
just put a g*n up to my head.
You my b*tch now, but I'm
not taking no b*llet for you.
You need to call him ASAP.
b*tch it don't matter
how he know we friends.
m*therf*cker the streets talk.
And he know that I know you
and he's looking for your a*s.
So you need to call him.
- Swift, what up B?
- Cram what it do.
What you trying to do?
You tryna get some studio
time? Same time as usual?
- Yep, yep, yep.
But I got a lot of sh*t
on my mind too bro.
I need to be in
this b*tch all day.
But look, I figured since I
been spending money with you
for about the last month,
you'll front me for
the couple hundred
this time bro.
- 200. What the f*ck is 200?
I can't do nothing.
This a business n*gga.
This aint no m*therf*cking
charity case.
Where the f*ck is the money man?
- Damn bro you gonna
talk to me like that,
n*gga I been spending money
with you all f*cking month.
- n*gga. Now you for real.
This ain't friendship.
This business. f*ck
is wrong with you?
n*gga I got paying
clients coming right now.
- Give me my sh*t man.
That's right when I come
back I'ma own this b*tch.
- f*ck all that bro.
You just gotta roll bro.
- What's wrong baby?
- Everything. Like what?
It can't be that bad
that you can't fix it.
You know you can talk to me.
- No it's worse than bad.
- What the f*ck you do?
- I can't tell you.
Man before you get
to talking that sh*t,
I'm finna fix this sh*t.
- Here we go with this sh*t.
Tell me what the
going on with you now.
- Man, I started
hustling a little more.
Man listen before you get
the saying all that sh*t,
I was hustling a little more.
Man I quit that
m*therf*cking tire shop sh*t.
- Cram!
- Yeah! Man that sh*t
was slowing me down.
Man f*ck Mr. Terry.
How you think I was able to
buy you all that fly sh*t?
And then pay the
whole f*cking rent up
for a whole year.
Man, come on man.
Stop man bitching man.
- I can't believe you
would quit your damn job.
You right though.
You made sure you
paid the rent off,
and gave me some fly new sh*t.
But you need to call Mr. Terry
and ask him for
your job back Cram.
- I am. I'm finna go up there.
Hey, thank you for
understanding right?
- You're welcome.
- Damn bro I don't think I can
do it here man. (indistinct)
What's up Mr. Terry?
- What you want Cram? I'm busy.
- Aye man, I just wanna
try to get my job back man.
I been going through some sh*t.
I been, I know I've
been outta pocket man.
I been going through
sh*t with my girl.
It's just, everything
just crashing down man.
Lemme just come back
to work Mr. Terry.
- Cram. You so full of sh*t
n*gga you need 2 a*s holes.
I'm just letting you know.
And if it wasn't for your daddy.
Me and him going
way back in the day,
I'd tell you get the
f*ck out my face n*gga.
But that's the only reason why
I'm letting you step foot back
in this m*therf*cking shop.
- Thank you.
- But I'ma tell you something
about y'all young n*gg*s man.
It's all about loyalty man.
You ain't loyal to me
cause you don't even
take this job seriously.
- Yes, yes I do. Yes I do.
- No you don't.
- Yes I do.
- But then when the streets get
hot, and your hustle get low
here you come back
begging with them
extra husky a*s b*tches
on. Man pull your pants up.
- Yes sir.
- I'm telling you Cram, you
keep riding these streets
you gonna be running for your
life when its a bad n*gga.
Hard head make a soft a*s.
- I understand Mr.
Terry. Thank you.
- Now go on and get back to work
before these m*therf*ckers
think I done got soft.
I ain't soft by far.
God damn! These n*gg*s been
raising my blood pressure up.
- Damn Mr. Terry let
you back in here?
- Yep.
- Good to see you bro.
- Good to see you too.
I shole don't need
to be in this b*tch.
- I feel that.
- [Mr. Terry] Man y'all get
y'all asses back to work.
God damn.
- Welcome back to the
same old bullshit.
- Same old Mr.
Terry. Same old sh*t.
(Mr. Terry yelling)
- I told you I was
get your f*cking a*s.
(Jay and Alicia struggling)
- Now what you go do is take
me to f*cking Candy right now,
or I'ma blow your
f*cking brains out.
- Please don't k*ll me! No!
- See. See.
(loud scream)
See how easy that was? Now
take me to f*cking Candy.
And hurry the f*ck up!
(door slam)
I don't give a f*ck
what you tell her.
Just tell her you on the way
to get me in the f*cking house.
Do you hear me? Now!
(ominous music)
- Hey girl. Hey, I was
in the neighborhood.
I just wanted you
to see my new shoes
that I just got from the mall.
- Okay girl come on through.
And you better had got me some.
- Yeah girl. Okay I'll
be there in a second.
- Now shut the
f*ck up and drive.
- Please don't do
nothing to my girl.
- Shut the f*ck up and drive!
- You're such a
hard headed b*tch.
(Jay mumbling)
(Knocking on door)
- Candy girl it's
me. Open the door.
- [Candy] Hey girl
what's going on?
- Candy girl I'm so sorry.
- [Candy] What the f*ck!
- Well, well, well. Ms. Candy.
- What's up baby.
- Jay.
- Have you been avoiding me?
- Jay. It's nothing like that.
- That's what it look like.
- Jay it's nothing like that.
- Where's my dope?
- I don't have nothing Jay.
- I'ma ask you one more
m*therf*cking time,
before I blow your
f*cking brains out.
- [Alicia] Don't hurt her!
- Where's my dope?
- I don't have it.
I don't have it.
- You better shut the f*ck
up. Right f*cking now.
Give me 2 seconds
why I shouldn't
blow your f*cking
brains out right now.
- Listen, listen Jay.
Your boy Cram took it.
- You lying deceitful a*s b*tch!
- I'm not lying.
- You go lie to me about
my n*gga taking my dope?
- Your n*gga took the dope!
I seen him, bag
full. You see me!
- I'ma check into it. But
if I find out you lying,
I'ma come back and I'ma
k*ll you and that b*tch.
- [Candy] Are you okay?
- Yeah help her fix
her f*cking eye.
- I can't believe this
sh*t. What the f*ck I'ma do?
My god. Ugh.
What the f*ck I'ma do? Girl!
He looking for me.
Jay looking for me.
I gotta fix this sh*t. I
gotta fix. it I gotta fix it!
sh*t is crazy! f*ck!
- I'm out of here.
- Okay babe. Have
a good day at work.
- alright.
- See you later.
- alright.
(door slams)
(cars driving)
- Excuse me, miss thang!
Damn you sexy as hell!
- Can I introduce myself?
Before I do, do you have a man?
- Yeah I got a man.
- Like to take good
care of you too.
- Yeah he do.
He just got me this
expensive necklace I got on.
- Oh I see. What he do?
- He work at a tire shop.
- Tire shop? So
that's all it take.
A tire shop job to take care
of a sexy as woman like you?
- I mean he hustle a
little bit here and there.
- Oh okay, okay.
Well I don't want
to take up your day.
I'ma let you enjoy your
day. It was nice meeting.
- Sure.
- Hope I see you again.
- You too.
(door slams)
- God damn Cram, huh?
I'ma get his a*s though.
Think he slick. I'ma get
his a*s one way or another.
I'm go get, his a*s!
Get his m*therf*cking a*s.
(engine starting)
I'ma keep it gangster,
I'ma keep it gangster
Money 'round women when
I serve that's gangster
I'ma keep it gangster,
I'ma keep it gangster
Four, five, whips for the
summer that's gangster
I'ma keep it gangster,
I'ma keep it gangster
- Damn that m*therf*cking clean.
That's how I'ma roll soon
as my career take of bro.
- You got some big dreams.
You aint never go
get a car like that.
Working at an old
tire shop like this.
Man I'm just being honest.
- [Cram] How can
I help you boss?
- Hey Papi. Can I get
someone to look at my rear.
Think my tires losing air.
If it has a leak,
change it to my spare.
- Pop the trunk boss.
Don't call me boss.
Call me Hakim.
- Okay.
- Do me a favor.
You close my trunk.
Don't slam it. Press the button.
- alright.
- Is there somewhere where
I can get something to eat?
- Yeah go down there,
right there to the left.
They got the best chips.
Soon as you go down
there, turn left.
- Right down here?
- You go see it its
the first building.
- Yep.
- Thank you.
- alright.
Hard boys, snub nose
My adversaries talking
bout touching me
My baby mom said she
ain't got trust in me
I swear the god yo, my
blood is watching me
And it's f*cking with
me, all this f*ck
I'm still eating,
it aint no suffering
I'm always loaded
up, why you buffering
You supposed to be loving
me but you cutting me
And its f*cking with
me, all this f*ck
Speed on before
you get beat on
Cause you been caught in a
spot that you don't belong
I know you f*ck boys,
you want to buck at me
Throw some slugs at me,
leave with the f*ck
You got the right to bear
arms, so call me octopus
(Inaudible dialogue)
I be on money sh*t. That
grimy sh*t that greedy sh*t
I be on the block, when its
locked tryna be the b*tch
I be posted up, on my
spot moving keys and sh*t
I'd rather die on my feet
than live on knees, you b*tch.
And when you're
sleeping with dogs
You gone catch fleas and sh*t
She tried to stick
her hand in my cash,
So I beat the b*tch
RIP Big Bay and free Big Ron
Don't ride for drama
hard boys phenomenal
You b*tch
My adversaries talking
bout touching me
My baby mom said she
ain't got trust in me
I swear the god yo, my
blood is watching me
And it's f*cking with
me, all this f*ck
I'm still eating,
it aint no suffering
I'm always loaded up,
while you buffering
You supposed to be loving
me but you cutting me
And its f*cking with
me, all this f*ck
I see the look in your eyes
and that sh*t stuck with me
Stabbing me in my
back it aint no option
Heavy weight, with no rocks in
But I simply move
in these streets
Aint got nothing to
prove in these beats
I'm a beast n*gga, hustle
n*gga we getting guap
Money make it won't never stop
Hit the block and
we set up shop
And we boom out, champions
get the broom out
We stronger then we fall, you
ain't on clear the room out
We blacking out, hood
spots we packing out
Too late n*gga, no backing out
Sell that hoe or we can sack
it out, straight trappin' out
Now that's OG, for all
the hustlers that know me
Deep in this sh*t since '03
(inaudible dialogue)
- All good. Thank you very much.
- [Cram] Send us
some business boss
- Pleasure brother.
[Chris] Damn that's
a nice a*s car.
- Maybe one day. Man f*ck a
dream I'ma have to do this sh*t.
- Damn, that car was
nice as hell too.
- Yeah, it was
clean. But f*ck that.
I'm about to make this
sh*t a reality n*gga.
- There you go again man.
Do all that sh*t talking.
- Look n*gga, I'm about to blow.
You wanna be a part of this sh*t
come by my house lets
get our work n*gga.
I got something for you.
- alright.
- Hey Tonya, come here.
- What's up babe?
- Ohh wait! I can have all this?
- Man stop being greedy.
- Damn.
- I need you leave for a minute.
You can go buy you something.
- When can I get more?
- It's always about
the money ain't it?
- It's always about
the money Big Dog.
- Just take that.
Don't be there all day.
I'm finna take care
of some business.
You ain't gotta count
that on me. Damn.
- Thank you baby.
- Hurry up.
- I'ma be back later. Come
back with some sexy sh*t.
See you later babe.
(knocking on door)
- Who is it?
- [Chris] Hey it's
Chris, Cram open up man.
- Come on in.
- What's up G you feeling good?
- Yeah.
- The f*ck is all this sh*t?
- n*gga shut up and listen.
This sh*t here bouta
change our f*ck' lives.
But I ain't got the
call for all this.
That's why I called
you. Is you in?
- Hell yeah I'm in!
Man we finna sell this
sh*t so damn quick.
You know what I got the
perfect n*gga to call too.
But he don't trust
people like that.
So you gone have to
let me handle that sh*t
on the deal side.
But, we can sell this
sh*t real quick too.
How much you think all
this sh*t worth though?
- We talking ill*gal.
1.2 million n*gga.
That's like 30 bricks.
- 1.2 million.
- Yeah. Make the call.
Make it do what it do.
I got you, I got you.
Hold up. Hold up.
Hey what up cuz? Yeah man, yeah.
Hey look man there's a white
girl I want you to meet bro.
Yeah. Man she about 25. Man
pure as snow G you already know.
Alright say less. I'm
on the way. alright.
Alright G, I'ma go meet
up with him right quick.
- Aye. Make sure you
take care of business.
- I got this.
- Don't go for no
fool game sh*t bro.
- alright. I got
this dude. Trust me.
- It's my sh*t bro.
- I got you. This our sh*t.
But I got you.
Got you, trust me.
It's go be all good from here G.
I'ma call you. I'ma call you
when I get back, alright?
Or I'ma call you when I finish.
I'ma be out the way though.
- Stay dangerous
n*gga, stay safe.
- alright G, you too.
- alright.
- I'ma be back.
(suitcase rolling)
(knocking on door)
- What's up?
- You alright cuz?
- Yeah, you got it
looking like that?
- Tryna be discreet my n*gga.
(inaudible dialogue)
- The f*ck. The f*ck is that?
- Man it's that white.
It's a white girl.
- Let me see that b*tch then.
- Come on.
- The f*ck. How a n*gga like
you, get dope like this?
- It's my partner man.
Don't worry bout it.
- n*gga pass me that
knife over there.
- Damn G. You just
got this sh*t ready?
- Hell yeah n*gga. You
know how I get down.
Awe hell yeah. I
tell you what though.
This sh*t better not
come back to me n*gga
or that's your
m*therf*cking a*s.
- G you ain't gotta
worry bout that sh*t bro.
This sh*t good man. Trust me.
- Yes sir. This what
I've been looking to see.
- Yeah, now get this sh*t and
get the up outta here n*gga.
I got business to handle.
- That's how you go handle
your damn cousin bro?
- Yeah. Business
before anything.
- Man, whatever bro.
- I tell you what though.
This sh*t better
not come back n*gga.
- It's gone be
good bro. Trust me.
- Alright n*gga.
- I'ma holla at you
though. Be safe.
- Call me n*gga.
- alright I got you.
- This sh*t crazier
than a m*therf*cker.
Where my phone? I need
to make some connects.
God damn. sh*t,
it's a lot of coke.
- Call Cram right quick.
Let him know sh*t done with.
- [Cram] What's up thug.
- Man what's up
G? It's done man.
- [Cram] Damn n*gga,
that was fast.
I thought you was
a lame a*s hell.
- Nah n*gga.
Man I used to do this sh*t
all the time growing up bro.
You know I used to do
this sh*t with my pops,
before he got k*lled.
He got k*lled sitting
there trying to,
one of his homeboys got
jealous of him and his work,
dropped that n*gga real quick.
But after that, I kind of
just did this sh*t on my own.
You know what I'm saying?
I went and got this money.
Took the money that I had,
just started working over
there at the tire shop.
- Damn Chris you
ain't lame after all.
- You funny n*gga.
I'm finna be on my way with
the money though, alright?
- alright cuz.
- alright G, see you soon.
(knocking at door)
- Whoa. My main man.
- What's up G? You alright?
- Oh yeah.
- Good, good.
- Glad to see you.
- I got the money order G.
Say look at this sh*t. Bam!
- The f*ck I'm talking about.
That's what I'm talking about.
- Yeah. What you go do
with all that cash though?
- Man look, I'm about to
make something happen.
Look Chris, stay
low, stay low key.
Man don't go out running
your m*therf*cking mouth bro.
Keep taking your
head to work bro.
- Man. n*gga you act like you
stole a dope or something.
Speaking of that sh*t though.
Who you get that
sh*t from anyways.
- Man f*ck where it came
from. That's old news.
All you need to
know is we got paid.
Hey but on another note.
Was your connect straight.
Did they ask you any question?
- Awe no, he ain't
really ask me much man.
You know he was just
trying to make sure that
the dope that I
gave wasn't dirty.
But I assured him it was
clean though. We straight.
- Good deed dude.
- Got you, got you.
- Get your red head
a*s out of here bro.
- n*gga whatever.
Take my damn money.
- Alright Charlie Brown.
- alright, peace out bro.
- Go to work n*gga.
- Ooh! f*ck these folks off!
Awe I'm finna f*ck
these folks off.
- Swift what up n*gga?
- Fine. What it do?
What you got going bro?
- I told when I come back. I
was go buy this b*tch didn't I?
- You gone buy
this m*therf*cker.
- I'ma buy the studio man.
- You mean you gonna
buy this m*therf*cker?
- Nah, I'm just bull sh1tting.
I know you work hard
for your little studio.
- Aye consider
this my rental fee.
I can record when I need to.
- Oh. Okay, okay.
- We good?
- Yeah we good. We
definitely good.
- Alright. Say less.
- We good, we good.
- Aye, you Cram man?
- Yeah, yeah what up with you?
- Can I get your signature?
- Awe yeah. For sure.
Appreciate this big dog
- Thank you. Thank you.
- Cram is that you?
- Yeah me what?
- Damn don't be like that.
I just wanted to speak.
From what I heard
they call you Big Dog?
- Yeah, I'm the Big Dog
around this like m*therf*cker.
Man mater fact I ain't
f*cking with you right now.
Number 1 you my girls friend.
Number 2 man last time I
tried to f*ck with you,
you ditched me. So f*ck you.
- Cram. Let me
make it up to you.
Sometimes I can be
an arrogant b*tch.
- Make it up like hoW?
- Follow me and I'll show you.
I promise I'll make
it worth your while.
- Yeah, alright.
- Oh Big Dog. I been
wanting some of that
Big Dog meat since
I first saw you.
- That right? You ready for it?
- Yeah I am.
- I'ma knock your back out.
- sh*t stop talking
and do it then n*gga.
(sex sounds)
- Call me Big Dog.
- Yes Big Dog.
(sex sounds)
Damn I see why Tonya
is so bad for you.
- Aye look don't brin her
name up right now man.
Matter fact. This sh*t
here between me and you.
Nobody don't need to hear
about this sh*t here period.
You feel me?
- Oh I feel you.
- Matter fact I
gotta bounce though.
- alright, you know where
I live. You got me anytime.
- There go my man.
What's up baby?
- What's up love.
- You ain't miss me?
- Yeah but.
- No you didn't.
- What's up?
- What's up with you? Why
acting tired and sh*t.
- I just wanna chill.
- f*ck you mean you wanna chill?
- I wanna chill.
- Chill for what?
I bet not find you were
f*cking with another b*tch.
- Man ain't nobody f*cking
with no damn b*tch.
- Oh yeah. You must've
forgot I know you n*gga.
The Cram I know don't
turn down this good p*ssy.
You a f*cking liar.
- I just wanna chill.
- You just wanna chill.
- Damn!
- f*ck you! You go wish
you had some of this sh*t.
- I don't feel
like bull sh1tting.
- Whatever. f*ck you!
All the time I'm thinking
bout, gettin' it everyday
n*gga I'ma dog
next to hood hoes
Yeah they love me and
they praise a n*gga
Like the coins do
(car slowly revving)
- God Damn.
It's hard the open the
door, this futuristic sh*t.
Papi! What's going on
Papi? Migo. You got my...
- What's up
- What's going on? What's up?
- Aye man.
- God damn.
- Watch who you talking to.
- God damn, ugly a*s n*gga.
- You wanna mess with me?
Hot dog walking looking
a*s n*gga. What the f*ck!
- This n*gga look like
he drink the juice
out the iron and sh*t man.
I'm just out here
in the cold waiting.
Give me my sh*t man. God damn.
Lil' pants a*s n*gga.
- f*cking n*gg*s!
- What the f*ck?
- Stole my f*cking bricks!
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- You talk too much
shut the f*ck up.
- Hold on, lemme' tie
my shoe first bro.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
(loud g*nsh*t)
- You shot that
n*gga all over me.
- Just clean this sh*t up.
Put you in your
m*therf*cking spot.
- Help a n*gga man.
- Get your a*s up.
- b*tch you better
(speaks in foreign language)
- God damn.
- I got this.
(suspenseful music)
- Come in.
- [Miguel] How you
doing my friend?
- May I help you sir?
- I would like to
know the 2 guys
just worked on my vehicle,
a couple days ago.
They here?
- Oh no sir. You're talking
bout' Chris and Cram.
Matter fact, both of them
m*therf*ckers called in today.
I'ma fire both
them m*therf*ckers.
Ain't neither one here today.
- Look my friend, I
would like to give them
something to show my
gratitude for there services.
- Okay.
- Can I give it to
them personally? When
will they be here?
- You can give it to
me if you want to.
- No. No, no, no. I need
to give it to them myself.
I would like to
show my gratitude.
- Okay, well they'll
probably be in tomorrow.
Check back tomorrow. I'm
pretty sure they will.
They better be.
- Tomorrow?
- Yes sir. They better be.
- Thank you my friend.
- They'll be be back
tomorrow. alright sir.
- Good evening.
- alright, same to you.
- (tires turning)
- [Cram] Yo.
- What's poppin'?
- How you doing n*gga?
- What you got going on?
- Come on n*gga, lets get to it.
- Awe yeah, you know I
had to come up here n*gga.
sh*t. I ain't got sh*t else
to do. f*ck you got going on?
- Yeah I do like the um
- Oh yeah. What you think
about them (indistinct)
- I f*ck with them.
I f*ck with them bro.
Let me get this right
quick. Let me get this.
Hello?
(group chattering)
- What? Man that's bullshit,
I already told you what's up.
I'm at the studio. Right.
- Oh Crim.
- Yo. What up bro?
- What's happening?
- You know what it is.
- Always.
- I'ma be there til' I
get done at the studio.
Stop bullshitting.
(group chattering)
- alright. f*ck.
Oh Stacey a*s! What's up baby?
Man at the studio. Come and
see me. Got something for you.
Say no more. alright.
- Cram get your a*s off the
phone and get in here bro.
Lets get this joint going.
- You know how these women be.
She just called trying
to check up on me
see when I'm coming
to the house bro.
- We see you checked in.
- Man come on bro, it
aint like that bro.
(loud laughter)
Man y'all got me f*cked up.
Bro. Let's get back to this bro.
Let's get back to
what we was doing bro.
- Nothing wrong with a check-in.
- Oh okay then.
(loud laughter)
- It's over.
- Yeah. Hide the adlibs
sometimes, just gotta let it,
- Just let it flow
- Yeah.
(loud laughter)
- I f*ck with it.
- I f*ck with it n*gga for real.
- Oh no. That's that real life.
- Straight up.
- sh*t, this is real life.
What you talking bout'?
- I mean real life! Real life!
- This is real life.
(loud laughter)
- You know what I mean.
- You lookin'
stealth in them pants
and I see that you can dance.
Move that body like you
working in a shaker understand?
Got me thinking bout' banging
and I know I can't do it
but for now I'm only drinking
everything you don't presume.
- Bro.
- What's going on bro?
- What's up with you?
- Good man. What you got going?
- Same ole', same
ole'. What about you?
- Just coming up
here to holler at you
bout' your boy Chris man.
- What's up with him?
- I seen the boy at the mall
man, got all types of sh*t.
- Get the f*ck outta here bro.
I'm tellin' you man,
y'all doing it like that
at the Tire shop. I
need to be up there.
- Man we ain't making no
m*therf*cking money like
that at the Tire shop.
Bro don't pay that
sh*t no mind bro.
Bro probably f*cking
with some random b*tch.
Got some income tax. Some
scamming sh*t going on bro.
Pay that sh*t no mind bro.
- Bro you crazier
then a m*therf*cker.
But look, aye you
need to tell your boy.
These n*gg*s out here is
hungry bro. They gone get him.
- Man say no more. I
appreciate you telling me.
I'm finna hit his
a*s up right now.
- Alright, no problem.
- Hello.
Chris. Bro come to
the studio ASAP.
Bro I need to holla at you ASAP.
Alright.
- [Chris] Aye What up Cram
G? What you need homie?
- Aye n*gga, what the
f*ck you been doing?
n*gga just came here and told
me you stunting and sh*t.
Bro I told you to lay low bro.
- G. I got all this
f*cking bread and
you tell me a n*gga
can't spend his own cash?
What kind of sh*t is that?
- Look homie, I'm
just telling you dog,
you need to chill the f*ck out.
Man don't need no
nosey m*therf*ckers
in our business bro.
- n*gga I'm chill as hell.
Look chill as f*ck bro.
- Man get your chilled as
the f*ck up outta here bro.
I got something important
finna go on bro.
- Damn G, you always
f*cking hating.
- And lame a*s sh*t.
- I got all this cash. I
can't f*cking spend my sh*t.
What kinda sh*t is this?
- You go get sh*t f*cked up.
- n*gga ain't sh*t gone happen.
- [Cram] Man Stacey,
we don't need to be
doing this sh*t bro.
- If you won't
tell. I won't tell.
- Yo a*s crazy man.
- sh*t. That's my middle name.
- We gone see.
- Oh Cram. I can't
get enough of you.
Oh your big d*ck feels good.
- What the f*ck y'all doing?
- Tonya! No!
- b*tch you got me f*cked up!
- Babe. Babe. Babe.
- Im'a k*ll the both
you m*therf*ckers.
- Come on baby, it
ain't like that.
- Get the f*ck on!
- No!
- Aint neither one of y'all
worth me going to jail for.
Y'all can have it. f*ck! b*tch!
- Tonya no!
- Yeah b*tch. Cry hoe.
Y'all can have each other.
- No.
- Shut your b*tch a*s up hoe.
Cram! Don't come back to
my m*therf*cking house.
Done with your
m*therf*cking a*s! f*ck!
- Tonya!
- Cram. I'm so sorry.
- Leave bro. Get the
f*ck up out of here man.
- What!
- You need to roll.
(loud crying)
- I can't believe this.
- sh*t man!
- f*ck!
- She can't get no
f*cking verse on.
(knock on door)
- Come in.
I'll be damned.
Chris I know you ain't walking
your a*s up in here man
like everything is all straight.
And everything all gravy
man. The f*ck you want?
- Mr. Terry, will you
please give me my job back?
Look I had a lot of family
stuff going on. Right.
You know I had like family
stuff and all the stuff in the
streets right now. You
know what I'm saying?
Like me and my money
right now is going low.
I didn't realize how I
lucky I was. You know how,
how good I had it when I was
up here. You know what I mean?
Like I'm realizing that now.
Could you please
give me my job back?
I'm, I'm begging you right now.
Please let me get my job back.
- Well look man.
The only reason why I'm
letting you come back,
is cause' I let that
sorry a*s Cram come back.
But I'ma tell you something.
Whatever this f*ck sh*t
y'all got going on,
the sh*t ain't right.
It ain't no good.
Whatever the f*ck y'all doing.
My senses tell me
the sh*t f*cked up.
So, I'ma let you come back but
you f*ck up one more
time I'ma fire your a*s.
- It ain't gone happen again.
- But when I fire your you
a*s you ain't coming back.
- I got you. I got you.
I promise you ain't gone...
- I don't believe that
sh*t man. Well go on.
- You gone see. I promise you.
I'm finna go sweep right now.
Right now I'm finna go sweep.
- Well get the big broom. Not
the little broom. God damn it.
- That's all we got,
the little broom.
- sh*t. I don't know what
these n*gg*s got going on.
- Cram. I been trying to
get a hold of your a*s man.
Why you look like you just lost
your best friend or something?
- What you want man? I ain't
in the mood for this sh*t.
- Look man, I just
came by to tell you,
I went back to work at
that f*cking hell hole.
- Don't tell me your a dumb
a*s f*cked up all your money?
- Man you guessed
that sh*t right G.
I had to even go beg Mr.
Terry for my job back man.
On top of that sh*t, I
spent all my f*cking cash.
- You a dumb a*s n*gga bro.
- n*gga. f*ck you. Alright.
Why this sh*t look like you been
staying in your damn studio?
See, what your a*s
should've done G.
Should've listened to me man.
You should've invested your
money, got your own building,
got started, had your
own studio and sh*t.
But instead, your a*s over
here worried bout' my cash.
- n*gga Tonya kicked me out bro.
- Damn, for real! What you do?
- Man been f*cking Stacey.
She walked in Stacey
riding my d*ck.
- See G, that's
your problem man.
I told your a*s bro.
You should've stopped
f*cking with these hoes.
I get it Stacey fine and all.
But you need to stop f*cking
with these hoes man. For real.
Damn.
- Yeah.
- One day you gone
listen to my a*s too.
I'm finna roll out though G.
- You up out n*gga.
- Alright G. Stay dangerous.
- Trying to get
Tonya on the phone.
This sh*t driving me crazy bruh.
- Alright.
- I like this. Okay.
- What's up girl!
- Girl, Hey!
- What's up!
- I'm so glad you here.
- I know, I'm so
glad you called me.
- I needed some retail therapy
after that sh*t Cram did to me.
- I heard about that bullshit.
What's the f*cking sense?
- This b*tch then
f*cked my n*gga.
- That's why I'm telling you,
you can't trust these
hoes around your life.
- You already know
I should've never
trusted that b*tch
any m*therf*cking way.
- And she was never your
friend anyway. I told you.
You wanna come up here and
trust these females. It's cool.
- I miss that n*gga
though. I ain't go lie.
- Hey, how you ladies doing?
- Hey.
- How y'all doing?
- Good how you doing?
- Tonya right?
- That's right.
- Met you the other day.
Tire shop boyfriend.
(soft laughing)
- You need a n*gga
like that. You hear me?
- Girl.
- f*ck a Cram. Cram who?
- I knew I'd see you again.
I knew I'd see you again.
I just wanted to give you
that, which is my number.
Tell you to use that. This
Tire Boy looking gummy.
- She gonna call you.
- Damn b*tch. Dropped
the n*gg*s number
- If she don't I will.
- Girl!
- That what you need. Cause'
Cram ain't hitting no nothing.
You need you a new
n*gga in your life.
- That's still my n*gga now.
- Girl.
- I miss my man.
Let's get back to
shopping. God damn.
- Exactly.
- I'ma call that
n*gga tonight though.
- Find me some sh*t to wear,
in order to see
that n*gga actually.
- Cram doing him. Might
as well call this n*gga.
Call him. The f*ck.
f*cking on my homegirl.
Let's see what the
f*ck this n*gga doing.
(phone ringing)
Damn.
- [Jay] Hello.
- Hey Jay. This Tonya,
I'm tryna invite you over
to sip some wine with me.
- [Jay] Is this who
I think this is?
- I ain't know he was
expecting but, this Tonya bro.
- [Jay] Oh sh*t yeah. I been
waiting on this the whole time.
- You make me
laugh. I like that.
Gone pull up. I got
some sh*t we can sip on.
- [Jay] Say less. On my way now.
- I'll see you soon boo.
- [Jay] Sure will.
- Get myself some
sh*t real quick.
(knocking on door)
- Oh its gotta be Jay.
What's up baby.
- What's up sexy?
- Come in, make
yourself at home.
- Okay, thank you.
- Damn. So where's Tire Boy.
- f*ck him.
This n*gga then f*cking cheated
on me with my best friend.
I broke up with that n*gga.
- What?
- Yo, I just called you so
you can keep me some company.
Man I'm tryna keep
my man out my eyes.
- That n*gga cheated on
a fine a*s girl like you.
sh*t. I bet you don't
even think about his a*s.
- Hold on, lets drink this
wine. Actually, f*ck that wine.
- f*ck that wine. I'm
glad you called me over.
- I'm finna grab it so
we can go to the bedroom.
- sh*t let's go.
- Let's go.
- This wine got me feeling good.
- Take this sh*t off.
- I don't f*ck on
the first night.
- You need to be cause you bouta
get some real
n*gga d*ck tonight.
- Give me that real
n*gga d*ck then.
- Your n*gga a damn fool
for leaving you like that.
- Oh I ain't, oh.
(sexual moans)
- I hope I ain't making
no f*cking mistake.
Oh. I hope I ain't
making no mistake.
- Ain't sh*t a mistake
about Jay baby.
You like that don't you?
- I love that sh*t. f*ck Cram.
Damn that sh*t was good.
- That was good. Huh?
- That sh*t was too good. It's
more where that come from.
Like this.
- The f*ck you doing?
- Shut the f*ck up. Yeah.
Now call Cram. Get that
n*gga on the phone.
- He gone f*ck you up, when
he find out you got me n*gga.
- b*tch shut up and call.
- f*ck you. f*ck
you talking bout.
- You must wanna f*cking die.
- Cram go f*ck you up n*gga!
- You wanna f*cking die!
- He gone f*ck you up!
I'm calling him, move!
Babe come help me!
- Get the f*ck out the way!
What's up n*gga.
- [Cram] Who the f*ck is this?
- Don't worry bout
who the f*ck this is.
I told you n*gga I don't
like disloyal a*s n*gg*s!
- Cram help!
- Shut the f*ck up.
- [Cram] Jay man, Jay man.
Look this between me and you.
- Cram come help me!
- Nah, n*gga I gave you a
m*therf*cking job to do,
and you couldn't get it done.
Just like the n*gga I paid
you to k*ll. You disloyal.
So if you want this b*tch
back, you gone do what I say.
I'll send you the location.
- Why you doing this?
- Look shut the f*ck up
and put some clothes on.
- I ain't got sh*t
to do with this!
- Put your f*cking clothes on.
- Damn!
- I don't give a
f*ck! You watch...
- I ain't got sh*t to
do with you and Cram.
- If you don't put
your f*cking clothes on
right now you gonna die.
He gone find you here.
(inaudible arguing)
- So if he wants you, he
gone bring me my dope.
Or he gone bring my 5...
- When Cram find out what you
doing, he gone f*ck you up!
- Get the f*ck out of here.
- I'm putting my
clothes on n*gga!
- Let's go!
- n*gga gone f*ck you up.
- Shut the f*ck up.
We bouta see how much he
really care about your a*s.
- Let me go! Damn, let me go!
- Cram go f*ck you up when
he find out you got me.
- Speaking of Cram b*tch.
- Jay. Jay. Jay.
Man I'm sorry man.
Keep Tonya out this.
This sh*t between us.
Man I got greedy.
Man I f*cked up.
- n*gga I don't give a f*ck!
You want this b*tch
back, you gone give me my
m*therf*cking dope or
$500,000 all in cash!
- Cram help me!
- It wasn't even
no $500,000 man.
- Comes with interest n*gga!
- Bro what you want me
to do? I ain't got it?
- f*ck you!
- Look I don't give a f*ck
how you figure it out.
Just figure it out
if you want to see
this b*tch alive again.
- Cram help me. Cram!
- You better shut the f*ck
up. He'll find you dead.
- Hello? Hello?
sh*t man! The f*ck I done done.
I gotta get my b*tch back bro.
- Stacey! Oh I'm
so glad to see you.
Please help me b*tch please.
Oh I'm so f*cked.
What the f*ck you doing?
- Tonya I'm sorry
but I work for Jay.
- Oh my f*cking god. You
ain't f*cking sorry b*tch!
You ain't nothing but
a trifling a*s hoe.
- If I'm trifling.
Your n*gga trifling,
cause he had his d*ck
all up in this p*ssy.
- Oh! b*tch!
- And he loved every bit of it.
- When I get loose I'ma
beat your m*therf*cking a*s!
- You lucky I ain't loose.
- Get comfortable boo boo.
Cause you ain't going
no where no time soon.
- My n*gga finna
come f*ck y'all up.
- I should probably call,
(indistinct)
- Move b*tch! I'ma snatch
your m*therf*cking wig back!
When my n*gga get
here! Jay f*ck you!
- [Jay] b*tch.
- My n*gga go come.
Cram. Cram please come!
(mysterious music)
- [Chris] Hey Cram, what's up?
- Man Chris I need
your help man.
Come by the house right now bro.
- [Chris] Yeah G, what's wrong?
- Man I'll explain to
you when you get here
come on right now bro.
- [Chris] Alright
G. I'm on my way.
(knock on door)
- What's up G? What's
up man? What's going on?
- Man Tonya been kidnapped bro.
- By who?
- Man a n*gga named Jay.
- Whoa. A n*gga named Jay?
- Yeah dog.
- Damn G. Hold on, hold on.
What he want with Tonya though?
- To get back at me.
- For what? What you do?
- I did a job for the n*gga.
I went and took some dope. But
it was some money in there.
I end up getting the money,
but he had a b*tch named
Candy in the bathroom,
I just remember she was
in that m*therf*cker.
She seen me leave bro.
- Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn G.
You know the f*cking
situation we in now?
- n*gga you act like he
after you or something.
- G. Jay is my cousin.
- What?
- That's the n*gga I
sold the damn bricks to.
- Oh. This sh*t
worse than worse.
Then this n*gga, he asking
for a certain amount of money.
My money low.
- Oh sh*t. Hold on,
hold on, hold on..
Let me ask you something.
Where did you get those bricks?
sh*t, I might as
well go on tell you.
You remember Hispanic dude
when he came to the
shop in the Benz.
- Yeah what about him?
- sh*t, he had
bricks in the trunk.
When I went in the spare.
When you went in the back.
- Cram. Please,
please, please, please
tell me you did not steal
bricks from this n*gga.
Then I went and took the same
bricks and took them to Jay.
- Something like that bro.
You know how f*cked up this is?
What if that Mexican n*gga
go in the back of his trunk.
Look in his damn car see
that we stole his bricks.
- Man stop worrying so much.
n*gga if the Mexican
would've knew.
Man he'd have been
pulled up on Mr. Terry.
Mr. Terry would've been said
something bout' it by now bro.
- If you say so G.
But what we gone do?
You and me still
have to go get Tonya.
Because I can't be seen
with you if Jay is there.
- Bro I just need
you to find out
where he got my b*tch at bro.
That's it bro. Just find
out where she at bro.
- Alright G, I got you. We
in some real sh*t right now.
Alright G, I'ma go ahead
and call him real quick,
see what's going on.
sh*t.
- Put it on speaker.
I'll put it on speaker but
you gotta keep your cool.
- Put it on speaker.
(phone ringing)
- What's up young n*gga?
- Aye, what's up cuz?
Man I was finna come through
and come slide through
and see how you was doing.
- No the f*ck you wasn't.
I already got something
going on you n*gga.
- What you got going on?
(Jay inaudible yelling)
- That n*gga Cram owe me
money, so I got his b*tch!
- Word! Where, where she at?
- I got the b*tch
at the trap house
being run by one of my hoes.
- Oh, well damn G, I see
you got on your plate
so I'ma just holla at
you the next time then.
- Yeah, bye.
- Alright.
We know where she at.
- Aye, we gotta make plans.
We need to go over
there and get her
and then just vent. Simple.
- G. This sh*t is not as
easy as you making it sound.
- Man stop acting
like a b*tch bro.
- Man, whatever G.
We do, we can do this sh*t now
but just know Jay's
a*s is f*cking crazy.
- Man f*ck Jay. Lets go get her.
- Damn.
The door this way G.
(engine starts)
- Going to get your girl man.
- sh*t
(indistinct)
- I don't like this G.
- It is what it is.
- Aye. Shut the f*ck
up! All that hollering.
- f*ck you!
- Look, I'm about to go and see
if this n*gga got my
m*therf*cking money.
If he don't you gone get a call.
Put b*llet in that b*tch head.
- I got you.
- Stacey you don't
gotta do this girl.
Let me go. We grew up
together. Let me free, please!
- Just consider this payback,
for all the years I was
your little f*cking shadow.
- Shadow?
- b*tch you had
all baller n*gg*s!
They bought you
designer clothes.
- I can get you that.
- Thousand dollar hand bags.
- I can get you that!
- A n*gga wouldn't give
me the time of day.
But here it is.
Little ole' me got some
of your baller a*s n*gga.
- Oh b*tch! You better
hope I don't get loose.
I'ma smack the f*cking
wig off you b*tch!
- b*tch you move,
and I'ma put a b*llet
in your pretty little temple.
In fact, that's
just what I'ma do.
Close your m*therf*cking eyes!
- I ain't closing sh*t.
If you go sh**t me
b*tch you better have your
eyes open, ugly a*s b*tch!
- Say less.
- I'll take it.
- Cram! I'm so glad to see
you baby. Let me, oh daddy.
Let me go. f*ck.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey look, aye you gotta
go to your mama's house
'til I can find this Jay n*gga.
- No!
- Hey look you gotta go to your
mama house Tonya, you gotta.
Need to get this Jay n*gga
under control. Come on bro.
- Alright let's roll.
- Take care of my n*gga please.
Cram I don't want
you in these streets!
- [Chris] He gone be
alright, I got his back.
- Better have his back.
(loud bass music)
- You want me to
drop you off now?
I'ma come back alittle later.
(loud bass music)
- Man f*ck you.
(loud bass music)
- f*ck you.
- Hide over in the back
on the side of house.
I'll be over there. alright?
- So what you go do?
Bring the n*gga out.
Then want me to jump
out with the strap?
- Yeah.
- Alright.
- Do that. Try and have
a little conversation.
Just try to play the sh*t off.
Make it seem like
ain't sh*t going on.
See it happening. And then you
just come out when you ready.
- Alright.
(loud bass music)
- Where the f*ck
is this n*gga man?
Look while we waiting on
this n*gga, little ashy baby.
Go around there and pick
up that money. TT, TaTa.
What ever the f*ck
that n*gga name is.
- If that n*gga ain't got
it. Lotion that n*gg*s a*s.
Sick of playing
with these n*gg*s.
- Say no more.
- And make it snappy man.
We got all the m*therf*cking
business to happen.
- Okay.
- This n*gga here man.
f*ck with time man.
f*ck! Always your
f*cking kinfolk.
- Aye what up Jay.
n*gga stop playing.
- Whoa! The f*ck bro!
- What man?
- 5 minutes bro.
- n*gga it's 5 minutes.
- I don't give a f*ck!
5 minutes is my
m*therf*cking money, n*gga.
And you know that sh*t!
You always calling me n*gga,
you don't be wanting to
- n*gga will you
calm down man, damn.
- What the f*ck do you want bro?
- n*gga you shut the
f*ck up I'll tell.
But I need to talk to you man.
- You talking, but you aint
talking nothing but sh*t.
- Say no more and
f*cking move n*gga
- Are you f*cking
serious? The f*ck! n*gga?
Are you serious n*gga.
- I'm dead
m*therf*cking serious.
- 1 m*therf*cking call,
and that b*tch is dead.
- And that b*tch ain't
gone do sh*t n*gga.
That hoe a goner
n*gga. Now what.
- What the f*ck is this
n*gga talking about?
The f*ck is this
n*gga talking about?
- Aye look man, I'm sorry G!
(indistinct arguing)
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- f*ck! Cram you
just saved my life.
- You know you owe me.
Man come on, come on.
- f*ck man.
Aye look man, I'm
gone get outta here.
Don't call me for
sh*t else. Alright?
- Yeah, I'm finna go
home to my b*tch n*gga.
- f*ck man.
(tense music)
- Chris you always
standing around man.
Get the broom and sweep up.
Dust something. Do something.
- Mr. Terry, why you always
coming over here fussing?
- God Damn!
- You stay bugging me, damn.
- You know what?
I'll fire your a*s
for insubordination.
Keep playing with me
- You ain't gone fire nobody.
- I'ma fire the sh*t out
your m*therf*cking a*s.
- And who gone work here?
(Mr. Terry mumbling)
- [Chris] Ain't sh*t to do,
we aint got nothing going on.
- [Mr. Terry] Leaned up
against the building, god damn.
- [Chris] What you
want me do right now?
Ain't nothing we gotta do.
- [Mr. Terry] Man you
can dust something man.
- [Chris] The whole f*cking
building need a new,
just get a new building.
- [Mr. Terry] Well, well, well.
Look what the cat then drug
in. Must be feeling right.
- Good to see you too Mr. Terry.
- What up Cram
- What up Chris.
- You alright?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Hey Tonya.
- Hi Chris and thank you.
- [Mr. Terry] The hell
she thanking you for?
- I went over there and fixed
something in they house.
- [Mr. Terry] So
now you fixing sh*t?
You don't fix a m*therf*cking
thing around here.
Can't put toilet paper in the
bathroom. Mines balled up.
- [Chris] Why don't you fix
something. Get a new room.
- God damn!
- I see ain't sh*t changed
around here. Same old Mr. Terry.
- [Chris] Same one. Old a*s.
- Aye, me and
Tonya bouta bounce.
We just cause' we was in
the neighborhood Big Dog.
- Alright, y'all be safe.
- Alright.
- Mr. Terry, come get
this baby a*s broom.
- Yo, Nico. I need you and
Ripp to look out for these 2.
I sent you a message. They
stole from me. I need them gone.
Anyone close to them, gone.
They work at the Tire
shop over on 2nd.
By the way, no
f*cking witnesses.
- Chris.
You know I'm glad to see
Cram doing well, and you too.
Truth be told, y'all like
the sons I never had.
I know, I talk a lot sh*t
and I can be rough on y'all.
Just know that I care.
- Yeah, we definitely
know you can be rough,
hard a*s nails over here.
- Yeah you need to learn
how to sweep the damn floor.
- See there you go.
- I'm sorry.
- You was doing good just
then. You had a good moment.
- Yeah.
- Way to ruin it.
- Only thing you
do is stand around,
looking like Chico DeBarge
before he got on dope.
- Man.
(wind whistling)
(dark music)
- Hey. Evan.
- What's good?
- Nothing.
- I followed 1 of
them home home.
It ain't the big one.
It's the little one.
(soft chattering)
- Did you take care of him?
Gotta make him disappear.
Aye Papi, make him disappear.
- I got you. Say less homie.
- Mama
- Hey boo.
- What's going on with you?
- Ain't sh*t, ain't
sh*t. Check this out.
- What's up?
- I need you to (indistinct)
get him there. How much
to take care of it?
- You can gimme a couple
hundred baby, I got you.
- It's a lot more
where that comes from.
I'll see you in alittle
bit. I appreciate you.
- Mhm.
(indistinct chattering)
- I got you. Thank
you big daddy.
- Take care of that for me.
- Hit me up.
I got you.
- Hey Cram, this Mike.
- Hello.
- Cram.
- This is Mike.
- Mike? Mike, Mike
who? What's going on?
- Hey man, it's Mike from
Showdown Records man.
How you doing?
- Alright. What's popping?
What's up with you?
- Ah man I just
wanted you to know man
we've been following
you for a while, man.
Watching your social media.
And we want to sign
you to our label.
- Word? sh*t what I need to do?
- Man all you got to do is
come down to my office man.
3 o'clock today.
- Say no more. I'm
there. Say no more.
- Alright, I'll
see you then man.
- Alright.
Man I knew I was finna
make it! I knew it!
- Hey, don't I know you babe.
- Nah baby, you don't know me.
- I don't care,
what's your name?
- I'm Chris. You
look kinda cute baby.
- Thank you baby. You
don't look bad yourself.
- Hold, hold on now baby.
Don't go to far you ain't
go be able to hold this.
- I tryna show you a good time.
- Okay.
Why don't we go ahead and
get in the backseat of
this car right and
you show me? Come on.
Alright than baby. How I get...
- You so fine.
- Oh Im'a f*ck the sh*t out you.
- We closed sir.
How may I help you?
- Man f*ck all that. Where
that big n*gga that work here?
- Big n*gga? You
talking about Cram?
- Yeah, I guess. The big n*gga.
- He ain't come to work
today. What you want with him?
- Look man, don't worry
about what the f*ck I want.
That ain't your concern?
- Ain't my concern?
n*gga you come up in
my place of business.
Asking, demanding
where this n*gga at.
So I'ma make it
my concern n*gga.
What the f*ck.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- Talk to me like
I'm a f*cking b*tch.
Last of your concern.
- b*tch get up greedy n*gga.
- Man.
(2 g*n shots)
- Hey Mr. Terry, Mr. Terry.
sh*t. Mr. Terry? Mr. Terry?
- Take care of that?
- Nah, that big
n*gga wasn't here.
But I shot that other
m*therf*cker though.
- The f*ck you sh**t
the other n*gga for?
- Mr. Terry, the owner.
m*therf*cker talk too much bro.
- That wasn't my
m*therf*cking orders!
(g*n shot cracks)
- Follow orders
next time, n*gga.
- f*ck! These n*gg*s
then k*lled Mr. f*ck!
- I thought I k*lled you.
- You thought
wrong m*therf*cker.
(g*n shots fire)
- f*ck you man!
sh*t! f*ck you man!
(dark music)
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
b*tch came for me
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
b*tch came for me
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
b*tch came for me
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
I know she belongs
to the streets
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
But faking, but
b*tch came for me
I know that b*tch is a freak,
she belongs to the street
Yo, I met her one
day I was mobbing
Pushing through traffic, I
think I was running a charge
(cars revving)
- [Tonya] Somebodies
at the door.
(door bell ringing)
- Girl Shay!
- Hey.
- What's up, come on in.
What you been on?
- Girl you know.
Chasing the bag man.
Where my brother Cram at?
- Girl he back there.
I'm finna go get him.
Cram! Baby it's somebody
here to see you.
- Come on down here. Come
down here. Who is it?
- It's Shay.
- Damn! Money! I
see what's going on.
Alright. What's up with it?
- My dog. You alright?
- Look like money
every time I see you!
- Man stop playing.
- You know we waiting on you.
Us small folks waiting
on you in the hood.
- Come on. I am the
hood. What's up with you?
What's on your mind Shay?
- What's up?
- I really
(indistinct)
some salty chips.
- Oh, cool.
- Okay.
- You want something to drink?
- Yeah, bring me a beer powder.
- We ain't got no drink.
We ain't got no beers.
We got something
else to drink though.
- Bring me whatever
you got. We all good.
- What you got going?
What's up with you?
What's on you mind?
- Yeah for real though,
the word on street man is,
supposed to be some
Hispanic n*gg*s like.
- Get the f*ck outta hear.
- Man real.
They talking about
doing something to
you and your family.
So I had to come tell you.
Cause' I know you
ain't been told.
- When you heard this, today?
- Man, nah it been going on.
(Shay mumbling)
I had to go and get my feet wet
and come on and holler at you.
- Wow. Good looking out man.
- I think you need
to text too man
y'all probably need to take a
trip for a couple days cause.
Or something, cause
it's gone get ugly.
- Damn, it's like that?
- Man it's like that bro.
- I got it. Don't even trip man.
I appreciate you. Good
looking out. I appreciate you.
I got this. I got
this Shay. I got this.
- Alright man.
- Come on man, I got this. I
got this, good looking out man.
- You don't need this do you?
- Come on man, that
little a*s g*n.
(loud laughter)
(dark music)
- Nico!
(foreign language)
- I guess I have to do
the job all by myself.
(door slams)
- Heard they call you Big Dog?
- Yeah, what's it to you?
- What's it to me?
You stole my
f*cking drugs n*gga.
- Boy you got me f*cked up.
n*gga I ain't stole sh*t.
- Oh I got you f*cked up?
The only thing you got
f*cked up is yourself punto.
- Look bro, I don't know what
the f*ck you talking about.
Otherwise you can get that
g*n. You gone do something.
sh**t it. Otherwise I
got somewhere to be.
- Oh! Mr. Big Dog.
Little Ms. Fancy.
I want my f*cking drugs
you stole outta my trunk.
- Look bro, I don't
know what the f*ck
you talking about bro.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
(g*nshots sounding)
- Take that f*ck n*gga.
Damn, Tonya! Damn!
Aye somebody call the ambulance.
Tonya come on. sh*t!
Somebody call the ambulance!
(upbeat credit music)
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